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Full Moon, August 2017

Let us speak of it clearly.

A deeper part of you knows

you were sent here with an inborn understanding —

a thorough fluency in a vision of arriving-beyond-striving.

Not unlike dreaming,

subtle memories of effortless belonging

enveloped you in peaceful-abiding

as natural and inseparable from you

as your own breathing.

With a slow cascade of

descending

arriving

rooting

unfurling

rising

expanding

embodying —

you bloomed.

Woven into the silent tapestry of you

was a closely-held assumption

there would be a soft place to land —

a trait of our forgetfulness

of where we were all going.

Then, it happened.

Your second day

your second year

perhaps your second decade in,

you came to a harsh realization:

Not every corner of the fabricated Overlay World

is rooted in the softness you needed.

Not every place, or person,

flows with the Heart-Mind-River

of evolving, becoming, blooming, Being.

This tumultuous ‘coming to your senses’

had all the same color, taste, and dark texture of betrayal.

As you gazed out at the Samsaric World,

you may have whispered to yourself:

‘This is not what I signed up for.’

You may even have said:

This is not the place for me.

And,

you would be right,

ultimately.

This is why it is so important

to finally let go

and turn the page;

to realize

your original vision was true

but on the other side of it

was a list of instructions.

Among them:

Found within that which you long to steep is the very thing you must eventually create.

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To the tune of “3,000 Years” by French-Malagaasy ethno-ambient musician Ujjaya